Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Brooke asks, finally tearing her eyes away from Cole's profile. "It's Brody," she replies. "Oh." Brody is Stephanie's older brother who's in college. He's now a sophomore in college. Ever since he left, Stephanie has been bored at home. They were pretty close when he was still around but they haven't communicated for a while now. Brody is busy with college. They're the only children of their parents. Her parents are always out working so she's usually home alone except when Brooke comes over. So to get a text from him now is delightful.

“I'm sorry for how Easton spoke to you. He tends to flare up and get extremely worked up whenever he sees Carson. It reminds him of his childhood.” “His childhood?” My curiosity was piqued. “Yes,” He nodded and looked around to check if anyone was coming. “I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but I think you should know because I believe you're the only one that can help him forget about his past,” Butler Steve sighed. “Actually, Carson isn't Easton's real brother. He's Easton's step-brother.” I gasped as my eyes widened. “For real?”

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

"You know that's impossible—we are not one of those steamy book couples that will go behind their parent's backs and shit. This is like... Just a small brief fling." "Stepbrother romances are rather popular today, though. Are you sure you don't want to live in one? Instead of calling me 'daddy,' you can call me 'big bro' in bed." I laugh out loud, burying my face in his chest. "You're insane..." "Bet you still like me anyway," Noah pulls a blanket over us, closing his eyes while I'm still on top. "I will sleep like a baby tonight. You're so soft and warm—a tiny teddy bear."

always remember who you are. You are my child although you are not my biological daughter, I consider you one. The love I have for you equals my biological son. I'm sorry to tell you this now. You have a stepbrother, his name is Steve. Find him. I know you will survive. I have seen in y vision that you will pull through. Do all you can to protect Steve when you find him. He is your stepbrother therefore, it is your responsibility to take care of him any time in the nearest future that you find him.

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

“Like, you live in the same house, right? Shouldn’t be hard to carpool.” I frowned, pushing away the leftover burn of Stephan’s indifference. “First of all, we are step-siblings,” I corrected. “And anyway, he hardly stays over at the Romano mansion. Has his own places.” “Ugh. Of course he does,” Betty made a face. “Mr. Broody Power Suit probably sleeps on a bed made of spreadsheets.” I laughed weakly. “Let’s hope his fiancée approves of that.” “Oh, he does have a fiancée.” She said it like it just occurred to her. But then, shrugged. “Well, whatever. Let’s settle in. Today’s gonna be nuts.”

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

I nod stiffly at both of them, not trusting myself to speak without saying something stupid or revealing too much about what I've been thinking. Behind me, I hear Bryson explaining quietly, his voice carrying just enough that I can make out the words. "That's Julian. My stepbrother." The word hits wrong, landing heavily in my chest. Stepbrother. Like we're actually family, like there's some legitimate bond between us that matters. Like our parents' marriage means something more than just two people being forced to exist in the same space. For a second I want to stop and correct her. We're not really brothers. Our parents got mar